Tired now…where’s the wine?

I just finished a ton of writing. More writing in one sitting than I’ve done in a long time…like, since last summer when I had to write a rough dissertation proposal. This wasn’t nearly as long, but I’m still tired.

I won’t tell you why, just yet. You’ll just have to suffer–because I know you are all dying to know my every move. Could my head be any bigger? Don’t answer that. Especially not you, AEA.

I’ll explain later. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe Sunday. It all depends on how much time Erin gives me over the next couple of days.

Erin tried to put on her mom’s shoes yesterday. I about died of cuteness.